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February 12th, 2010

pink baby doll

Apparently, no matter how hard I try, it’s not going to go away. And everyone’s buzzing about it anyway. So, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right?

Yeah, that’s right Valentine’s Day; you’re getting an undeserved shout-out. Happy now you fucked up, poor excuse for a holiday?

Now, now, don’t say I’m bitter, BECAUSE I’M NOT. No, really, I’m not. But judging by the sheer number of newspaper articles [whether this is really newsworthy is a completely different question, of course] advising the masochistic boyfriend on how to appease the Valentine-zilla that girlfriends tend to morph into come February 14th, the “holiday” consistently degenerates into the absurd well in advance of its celebration. Attached girls scramble to buy lace contraptions that will simultaenously push up and together while their single counterparts buy gallons of ice cream and too many cheesy movies on-demand. Meanwhile boyfriends try to devise ways not to get the life squeezed out of their balls, knowing full well that most things they do won’t cut it.

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Why can’t this weekend be like any other? More importantly, why in God’s name did I have to choose this cursed holiday as the day I put down payment on my track bike frame almost a year ago?

And then I had to go with the pink cranks and rims. As if I needed another reminder of that one Valentine’s Day when – armed with courage that can only be derived from a persuasive best friend – I somehow ended up in a Victoria’s Secret dressing room in a pink, lacy babydoll. Patches of reason and logic did seep through from time to time [“what in the world am I doing?”], but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Yeah, I know. How many bad frat boy stories have you heard that started with that line?

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I suppose it applies quite well to my track bike, too. It seemed a good idea at the time to choose one gear over 21. It seemed a good idea at the time to spend too much on pink anchors for rims and a powdercoated front brake that’s just going to come off when the bike hits the track. It all seemed like a good idea at the time. Which is just another way of saying now that I think about it, what kind of drugs was I on?

Maybe a little bit of stupid, and a little bit of crazy. Or a lot of both, given the fact that I’m probably looking at a good year – two, if I stick to what I want – until I can afford to buy a solid road bike. But it was Valentine’s Day, and while I might think it’s ridiculous, no one said I was immune.

Besides, unlike that pink babydoll, I’m going to keep squeezing every drop of my investment out of that track bike. At least until knee failure.

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  • 1 H. Harker Feb 12, 2010 at 12:12 pm

    Connection to a lame holidays aside, your bike looks great and you really seem to enjoy it. I used to sell $5k carbon dream machines to people(dentists) who would “ride” them for a few triathlons( the lowest form of cycling) and then give up on the sport. It made me sad that such beautiful machines that I had put time and effort into building and customizing were collecting dust in someone’s four car garage. Besides, perhaps it is fate that a day associated with amore that you chose to increase your commitment to cycling. For, from what I can tell, you have a passion for it that would make the most ardent tifosi blush. And all the suffering you are doing now on your pink single speed will pay off in spades when you finally do settle on a proper road bike. As they say, “long is the way, and hard, that from hell leads to the light.” Besides, once you have your road bike, you will get more joy out of it then any of those dream machines I labored over and sent out the door to negligent owners.

  • 2 r2 Feb 13, 2010 at 5:35 pm

    Out of curiosity, what road bikes are you looking at?

    Like you, I’ve never had an honest-to-god, all-my-own, modern, road bike…and I am on the prowl for one.

    I’ve been riding the hell out my fixed and beating up on my crosscheck. Yet, I am missing something; some ethereal and vague plateau of bike lust/need/nerdiness- that is, a road bike. A bike for going fast and far and nothing else.

  • 3 paul Feb 15, 2010 at 2:59 am

    Is it normal that I check your saddle out before I even notice your bra? I think i’ve been riding too long….

  • 4 pedalstrike Feb 16, 2010 at 8:54 pm

    h. harker — good point and thank you. i hope, like you said, that the deferred gratification will be worth the [probably long] wait.
    r2 — i’m in that aluminum stage in my life. if i had $$$, i’d love a bmc road racer SL01 (they actually make bikes in my size!). not a huge fan of the paint jobs but the cyfac proxidium looks awesome, too.
    paul — on this blog, completely normal. expected, actually 🙂

  • 5 H. Harker Feb 17, 2010 at 11:55 am

    Don’t worry, I can attest to the wait being worth the reward. I worked 2 jobs(and college) at 70 hrs a week to afford my first real road bike. It was a 04 bianchi carbon xl built out with campag centaur. My first real ride on it was unlike anything I had experienced before… as loquacious as I am, I still can’t put this ride into words.

    The BMC looks like a sharp frame. I have a friend who rides one and says it is a crit weapon; fast and stable in tight corners at speed.

    When you do finally get a road bike and your doing a group ride. I want you to watch people’s feet. Most of them will have very sloppy revolutions. When compared to someone who often rides a fixed gear, it is down right ugly. Your muscle memory will allow you to pedal in a more perfect circle and not in a herky-jerky motion most cyclist find themselves trapped in. Also, attack on every hill, I am sure you will surprise yourself. One hour on a fixed gear is a much better workout than two hours on a geared bike.

  • 6 Jeff Apr 26, 2010 at 10:43 pm

    Out of curiosity, what road bikes are you looking at?

    Like you, I’ve never had an honest-to-god, all-my-own, modern, road bike…and I am on the prowl for one.

    I’ve been riding the hell out my fixed and beating up on my crosscheck. Yet, I am missing something; some ethereal and vague plateau of bike lust/need/nerdiness- that is, a road bike. A bike for going fast and far and nothing else.